at of a good pull, for he was most tightly held, and came out
with a flop, I rose and brought some water to mamma. I sprinkled her
face, and she opened her eyes, which beamed the intensest love upon me.
Her lips murmured something, I put the tumbler to her mouth, she drank
with avidity. Then looking at me again with the most loving expression,
she said--

"My darling boy, you will kill me with delight. Never--oh, never--have
I known such joy. It was too much for me, and I fear I am also injuring
you. We must be more moderate in future. Help me up, for I must rise.
Your last coup requires me to absent myself for a few minutes."

She rose, threw her robe over her shoulders, and left the room to go to
the water closet. I hoped that she would not go into her own room and
discover how matters were going on there. Fortunately she was afraid of
awakening Ellen, and so prevent our continuing bedfellows for the rest
of the night. She returned. I had purified myself in the meantime, and
now acted as her _femme de chambre_, and laved all the parts.

"My dear boy, we must not do this again for some time, do you know I
have passed blood, and was very sore when relieving myself."

We got again into bed. She would not allow of any further fuckings, but
tenderly embracing me, and putting my head on her bosom, we soon fell
asleep. She awoke me at dawn with kissing me and feeling my
stiff-standing pego. She laid herself on her back, and we had two most
delicious fucks without withdrawing. I knew that if I did withdraw she
would take herself off. Nevertheless, she took most kindly to the
second, as it would be our last until we had another opportunity of
meeting. She exerted all her wonderful skill and her movements were of
astounding agility. She twined herself round me almost serpent-like.
Our mouths and tongues were equally engaged, and the final crisis was
beyond description exquisite. I tried hard for a third course, but we
had already prolonged our sports to so dangerous an hour, for we could
hear them opening the lower window shutters, that she gave me a sweet
kiss of thanks and tore herself away. I lay thinking over the joys of
that ecstatic night, and then rose and dressed quickly, as we were to
breakfast and then walk home, where we were expected at nine o'clock.
However, after breakfast, mamma drew me into her sanctum, a house
store-room, to give me some directions. Of course, no sooner was she
there, than pushing her toward